My peyote healing

We sit in a teepee.

It’s moist and chilly. I had to drive down the mountain from the coast at 4 a.m. this morning so I could meet the elders as they broke for their morning fast.

At 5 a.m., they opened the teepee flap and Native Americans emerged. They all wore jeans and t-shirts (mostly). I felt my preconceptions crack.

I’m at my aunt’s house sipping badly flavored vanilla coffee before dawn and I’ve just been diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer a few days before, and I’m watching a bunch of Indians groggily exit a two-story-tall teepee on the edge of her property. Sur. Real.

It’s only been a week since my doctor called with those words you never want to hear: It’s cancer.

No, really, stop, I’m only 43. This isn’t supposed to happen for another 30 years. I’m right in the middle of shit. I have two kids in grade school. You can’t be serious.

And now, the sun has just woken and I’m entering a tent overfull with men, women, and kids who’ve all been awake all night — healing, connecting, and doing something I can’t put my finger on. Frankly, I’m too aware of myself to see what’s really going on. I’m a foreign intruder with my old aunt, mom, and uncle in tow, all entering someone else’s sacred circle because we own their land. How can it get worse? Which means in my heart, I’m feeling it’s still all about me, although soon it will be all about them and I will just have to catch up to that.

My aunt bought her house on what she discovered was Native American land — traditional land for celebrating and connecting. Years ago, some tribespeople approached her and asked if they could still celebrate on her land. Of course, yes (embarrassed that I own your land). So every month or two, a big teepee and picnic tables and Porta Potties appear, and an all-night ritual commences to connect us to the stars.

My aunt was blessed, right?

She called the tribe when she learned I was diagnosed. They said yes we’ll take your niece. Come before dawn.

So here I am. The Navajo healers have come from 4 Corners. The medicine woman, who co-leads the ritual, had breast cancer once. She knows.

Inside the tent, we all share. Tell us what hurts. What pains you. What you regret. What you fear. Let’s lift that. We share the food that’s passed in corn husks, each taking a dab from them.

We share the drink, sipped from the same tin cup. We all feel your fear and grief, and we dilute it for you.

My turn. The medicine man brings me to the front. It’s uncomfortable. So many faces I don’t know stare at me.

“You have the cancer.” (Or I’m guessing that’s what he says.) He speaks softly to the gods, to his ancestors, in his language, looking into the sky. The feathers in his hair quiver, and he begins a long, quiet conversation. “A woman is in pain, in fear. What does she need?” It’s a longer conversation than I expect.

In front of us, the coals of the nightlong fire have died to embers.

He tells me that the ancestors communicate through the fire. They share and dance through the embers. There is life in there, spirits in them. The ember spirits are the go-betweens who can talk to us.

My spirits apparently say it’s time for the peyote.

Hey … full stop.

I’m afraid, I tell the medicine man. It’s five in the morning, I’m really mentally messed up from cancer, and now I’m supposed to take peyote in front of my mom, aunt, and uncle before breakfast?

I’m really thinking: “What if it’s a bad trip? It’ll show up on my blood tests. It’ll mess up my mind. I have two kids to mother. Seriously, peyote doesn’t cure cancer.” I have way more fears than I realized. This itself makes me crack open a little more.

“Peyote is medicine,” he explains. “You take it, and the spirits can find you. Like a homing beacon. The peyote doesn’t cure you. But now your spirits, your ancestors, have a way in through you to heal you. To help you.”

I’m sold. Peyote is an energy anchor. I get that.

I hold a ball the of crushed peyote the size of a ping pong ball. Swallow, Summer.

Peyote tastes like shit.

My mom, aunt and uncle, all white-haired, lean in to watch, eyes like saucers.

Nothing happens. I don’t die on the spot. Everything looks the same. I’m clenched and tight and waiting.

The medicine woman talks to me. She talks about my mind, my heart, but I’m not fully here. I’m caught in the web of peyote and dawn and hot coals smoking the air and all the hot sweaty shuffly bodies of these men and women I don’t know who surround me on mats.

We are all here to heal. Healing from jail. Healing from that broken man who just left you. Healing from addiction. Healing from a girl rejecting you. Healing from not having enough money. Healing from cancer.

Spirit don’t care who you are, what race or age, or what you’re healing from. Don’t care. It just heals if you ask it.

Judgment is petty and stupid when you have such a gift as healing to share.

Fast forward — here I am today, twenty months later.

The doctors have cut and burned the cancer out of me. My naturopathic healers have soothed and moved the illness from me. I’m a rich white girl who did all the right things. And I’m still thinking of the teepee and the medicine man and woman. What did they heal?

They healed my heart.

Any brutality scars you — scars your body, and scars your mind. Medicine fixes up your body, but who fixes up your heart? Pills won’t do it. Your emotion, your spirit? If those break, you are a goner. And I’ve seen those break this year, watching people I love give up and die. I lost Bill, grandfather to my kids, as he died from cancer a few months ago. This shit is real.

Peyote was never meant to cure my cancer. It was meant to open me to the ancestors and the energies who could heal my mind and heart.

I recall what happened when I got home later that evening. I was in the shower. I was relaxed and spent from the day. And with the soap still in my mind, I went into trance and was gifted two visions. One showed me the golden Aztec mask of True Vision to guide me forward, and the other was the Deer Woman or maybe Calf Woman, healer of all illness. I have no idea if either of these are “real” in the folkloric sense, but both came to me, in my mind and Flow, and told me I’d be okay.

What I know is that to heal, you have to both heal your body and your heart from any and every trauma. Your heart will hold trauma to your body, and your body will hold trauma to your heart. The two are inseparable.

So many of us have healed one and not the other. We can’t let go in our hearts, from fear or grief. Or, our body won’t let go from illness.

I think about the medicine man and woman often. In their world, healing the heart was #1. It wasn’t something that you did after healing the body, it preceded the body healing.

It makes me wonder if Western medicine has it all wrong. Heal the mind first, and will the body follow. And yet we attack illness (whether physical or emotional) the complete opposite way.

Cancer had ruined my trust in life way more than it ruined my body. That was its biggest effect: making me fear my body, and fear for my future. So, shouldn’t that be where I put 90% of my effort in healing?

18 Comments

Thank you for sharing so openly, Summer. Again, your words and presence are helping to guide me in my own healing journey, as I face a similar diagnosis and treatment path at 43. It is so heartening to know I am not alone in this and to be able to glean the wisdom of such a strong, beautiful and amazing woman. I know there is a clearing just beyond these woods, where the light pours freely across a golden field. You have made it to that clearing. Your body is healed. And there is no doubt that the light of the sun will continue to soak in and heal those heart and soul spaces.

Hi Summer, I too had breast cancer at 43, I’m so happy you are better, it was the toughest part of my life but I have never felt so much love from my family and friends, I’m still trying to find myself again and your flow dreaming is helping me so much.
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Rhona

“Create a new relationship with your body/ Allow it to remember how healthy it knows how to be.” I absolutely love that. This article and your perspective on healing has really opened up my eyes and made me think. I am so happy that you had this experience and then shared it with us. Good luck on your journey!

Girl, I love it, “This shit is real.” You are being more real, open, and honest than ever! I believe you are absolutely correct that we need to heal the heart first and our bodies will follow. Creating loving vibes in our heart & mind sends loving vibes through our bodies. The opposite is also true. Must get to the heart of the matter. I’m so glad you’ve healed and can share so much more with the rest of us.

I loved this Summer – thank you. I’m making movement on a long term illness (the Medical Medium, Hay house Radio has been helpful to me lately) …There’re so many dimensions to healing, yes! It’s moving and valuable to read your unusual experience….thank you so much for sharing..

I have healed a lot of an illness that’s called “incurable and progressive” by medical authorities – and in the process, I found that our neurology IS our chemistry – which is to say, our thoughts and feelings are really on the same level as our physical reality. I had to find ways to open to healing them – and then the body just followed. I agree that it’s best to work on physical, emotional, and mental levels for a real healing – and that if you don’t work on a deeper level than that, it doesn’t really work. An illness may not be the guide you want, but it’s a way Spirit gets our attention if we’re all wrapped up in what we “should” be doing and how things “should” be (raising my hand here!)

What a beautifully told story Summer. I agree with you. It’s important to heal the body, mind and spirit, with both western medicine and the wisdom of the sages. Blessings and light on your path forward, you are helping many people on their journey home.

Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful story. This is the exact reminder I needed on what’s been missing from healing and why a part of me still seems “sick”. You have such a gift and I’m beyond grateful you share it with the world.

So True!! Love the idea of healing your heart first, so necessary and so much other healing can come when you heal that first. Thank you again Summer for being so real, open and authentic with your followers!

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